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Stitch hated the night. It certainly was not because he was afraid of the darkness, but rather because as the result of an experiment, he didn?t need as much sleep as his ?owner? Lilo. He had quickly learned to not make any noise during that period since humans were very easily awakened. So, he simply laid in bed, waiting for day to raise when he could simply jump in bed with Lilo and wake her up. She loved to be waken by Stitch?s large tongue and the blue alien must admit that it was fun, although he couldn?t understand why.

But for now, it was still night and it would still be for a long time. He tried to twist and turn in his bed, trying to fall asleep but he felt nothing since he had already slept before. Now all he felt like was? exploring. ?Maybe Is can do that,? he thought in his mind, trying to think in English but still having a broken form of it. And he knew that if he wanted to explore, Lilo?s room would probably be the best place in the galaxy.

The young girl simply had a lot of stuff, things Stitch had gradually started to understand what purpose they had. For example, he knew not to touch the drawings she made. Stitch didn?t like to draw himself, but what she drew was still interesting and once he stopped wanting to destroy everything, he managed to really understand the feelings behind the pictures. Even if it was so simple sometimes you didn?t understand what was there, Stitch still loved what was on it. After all, Lilo had made it.

He moved on to the other stuff laying around in a mess on the floor of her room, some building blocks, some toys, nothing he had never touched and play with and so he moved on quickly to the desk. Stitch climbed on the chair to get a better view. There were a few glass bottles and some drawers, but he was only interested in one thing: the mirror which returned his reflection.

Stitch looked like no other being living on Earth, despite being confused with a dog by the little girl, a mistake no one else would have ever done. Yet thanks to it, he now had friends and a nice home. Everyone had called him ?cute?, a word that he had finally understood was a complement on his appearances. He didn?t understand what they meant however. To him, his large black eyes, long antennas, four arms and luscious blue fur were perfectly normal. Not that he minded the attention, far from it. He jumped down the chair in search for something else to do

He moved on to the drawer were he looked through the clothes Lilo had. She really didn?t have a lot, but then again she didn?t need a lot either since Lilo satisfied herself with few. The blue alien found a few dresses, a swim suit, a few pair un panties which he promptly took a whiff of as he always did, and finally the grass shirt Lilo wore to dance.

Stitch was mesmerized by the dress. He could not comprehend how the little girl could look so graceful in it, so ?cute?. He took and out and put it in front of him, wondering what it was that made this dress so special. He turned to Lilo?s bed, walking to it and climbing on the edge.

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This is the second episode that is following after the “Mommy what are Lesbians” episode.     

   Jane likes the days when she was alone with Dora-Wilma. They have their own style of having quality time with each other’s.           

   And both enjoy the lesbian Games they had. And each time they played longer and of course wilder. And their relationship grows stronger, not in a normal state, but it grows. Thanks to the Magazines they found in Arthur’s room they had both a quite verity of games they could play together.

   Jane loves to strip in front of her daughter, and she gets really turned on when she thought that next to D.W was Arthur. But for now it was enough to play with her little daughter. And like the first time, as she enters the world of incest, she was wet and extremely juicy.

   To keep this as an secret they had decide to play in D.W’s room, then it would be more then tricky and difficult to explain Arthur why his bed was made with new covers each third day. But the room of her little Girl was perfect.

   Jane: “Now it is time for our favorite Game. Or what do you think?” she said her voice filled with a horny tone.

   Dora-Wilma nodded and moved to the naked body of her mother and with a smile she starts to lick the wet and dripping pussy lips of her mother. First up and down but then slowly entering the channel that was filled with tasty honey.

   Jane moaned and tries to stand and not fall to her knees, but the little, fast and well-educated tongue of her daughter let her pussy spasm more then once…. Read the rest of this entry »

     It was a quite morning in the Radcliff Household. Arthur and his Father are gone to Fishing and Jane and her both girls stay at home. Well mostly it was quite. But toady it was perfect. There was now quality time for things that waited to be finished. And. There is a lot of that.

     Well doing the chores is not a real good point to put into the useful time. But it has to be done. Jane know that Dora-Wilma will find a way to play alone, and her little baby sleep for the next Hours. She would not be disturbed from someone in the next hours. So she starts to move through all the rooms for cleaning.

     Well it was not to hard to clean the rooms without her son on their near. Sometimes he was one of the creators of the mess she had to clean up, including his sister of course. But children are children. When they get older and grew up, they would clean up their mess by their own. But for now she has to clean up after them. Well after three hours the house was clean.

     Exhausted from the work Jane decides to take a little time for her to rest. DW was somewhere in the house and the other child. Well it was still sleeping. But she starts to think about what she can do now. There are not many ways to choose.

     But the problems are solving without something she controls. Or might other parts of her body take over the control. She fell strange, or better hot. First she mean that this come from the work but it was a burning from inside. She notice that her crotch start to get warmer and somehow she feel the feeling that the fabric of her panty gets wet by her own juices. And she feels that her nipples start to stiffen under her shirt. An exciting and pushing feeling that move her body into lust.

     Her hands move slowly on her body down… Read the rest of this entry »

It was a mostly peaceful morning in the Spellman household. Unlike ordinary girls, she is a witch in training and lives with her aunts Hilda and Zelda, both full-fledged witches. They’re good “parents”, when they don’t act like children and abuse their magic to plague each other. Among the mostly normal things in the house are Quickly and the tomcat Salem. Salem was once a wizard who was transformed into a tomcat until he finishes serving time for his crimes. The lesson: never be caught when you try to take over the world. Quickly is the housekeeper. Cleaning, cooking and sometimes teaching the others were his jobs in the Spellman household.

But back to the peaceful moments Sabrina experienced in her room. She woke up late, but this was necessary – she had vacation, and sometimes even a witch in training needs some time to gather new strength. Somehow she slept more when the stupid alarm didn’t go insane. She stayed in bed for a while, but eventually decided that she had to get up. Sabrina leaft the warmth of the sheets and stood in her nightdress in front of her clothes. Slowly she striped out of her nightie and looked in the mirror. She liked the view of her body, and of course she knew how to make herself relax. She ran her hands tenderly over her growing breasts and down to her crotch. She liked to touch her sensitive parts, and eagerly awaited her full physical development. In reflex one of her fingers entered her magical garden, and started to move slowly around. The pleasure she felt was quite good. But she shortly stopped and looked to her normal clothes. “Not now!” she said to herself as she dressed.

She decided to get some breakfast, but as she opened her door she could hear that her aunts were in full action. Each morning the same scene – one of them starts a quarrel, and it gets out of control. Sabrina did what she could to calm them, but mostly without success, and so they kept on fighting. But this time they pissed Sabrina off. In particular, when Hilda threw a glass of orange juice in Sabrina’s face.

She yelled, and for a short moment there was silence in the kitchen. Her aunts had fixed their attention on Sabrina, standing dripping in the middle of the kitchen… Read the rest of this entry »

Dreams come true

   ‘It’s a good thing Homer isn’t here,’ Lisa thought as she played the blues on her saxophone.  She had not felt well today at school and hoped that her instrument would help soothe her as it often did, but today it failed at the task.  She had too much on her mind to let the music reach her heart.  Even when she tried to do some homework to push her ill thoughts aside, she simply couldn’t concentrate and had taken the surprising decision to put it aside.  Besides, she knew Mrs. Hoover wouldn’t mind since after all, Lisa was the best student in class and even without the home work, would be able to score straight As.
The ordeal had started the day before, as Lisa was cruising on her sax, deciding to play one last song and then write in her diary.  When she played, she didn’t always consciously choose a song; sometimes she just let her fingers play by themselves and choose by themselves, almost as if the song were her master rather then the opposite.  That night, she played a song by the late Bleeding Gums Murphy, one of her mentors and best friends.  The soft rhythm had made her a bit melancholic and as she blew the last note, a tear in her eye, she had thought: ‘that was for you Bleeding Gums.’  She had then turned her head to the album of the artist she had, Sax on the Beach.
        Even after so long, Lisa still couldn’t believe that she actually owned the very rare album.  And more surprising was that her brother Bart had been the one to buy it for her in an unexpected selfless act. Just thinking about the circumstances, how he had been lucky to have that much money but still decided to spend it on her, brought another tear to her eye.  Neither sibling had told anyone about the gesture, Bart wanting to keep the generous act a secret for some obscure reason.
        She put the saxophone aside, her brother still the center of her train of thoughts.  ‘Then again, I don’t really understand him.  No one does.’  Every time Lisa thought she had him all figured out as a bad boy, Bart seemed to pull off a selfless caper which threw her off completely.  Even their mother didn’t completely understand the boy but of course she still loved him all the same.  After a while, Lisa accepted that to comprehend Bart would require more than simple deductive reasoning.  Maybe…
        Bart was disappointed.  Sitting on his bed, in the room adjacent to his sister’s, he had been listening to the song for many minutes now.  Although he would never admit it to a soul, he loved to hear Lisa play her saxophone and tonight especially since the notes seemed to reflect the melancholy of his soul.  He hated that he had to hide his emotions like that to the world lest he wouldn’t get the respect he needed to survive school.  But survival wasn’t a choice, it was a necessity and along the years, he had at times acted a bit too extreme for the people around him and his family.  Those extremes still helped his case at school, but it did come at a price.
        But under all of his misdeeds, Bart hid true and pure emotions.  Some part of the untameable bad boy act was his true personality, but he still had a certain desire for peace and certainly did not want to make his family and friends miserable.  He could never forget what had happened during hockey game opposing him to his sister who served as goal tender to the other team.  The opposing team had roughed up one of their players and Bart had been offered a penalty shot.  To the outside world, it had seemed like a simple game opposing two teams in the junior series finale.  For the Simpson family however, it was able a brother and sister out for blood on the ice.  This penalty shot would determine the victor.
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Prologue

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“You sexy thing, sexy thing. I believe in miracles…”, sang the radio along with a happy Homer, driving home from work. He parked the car and entered him home. The kids were watching TV and Marge was taking meals out of the oven. Having heard the door close, she shouted “Kids! Diner!” That night, the Simpsons were having chicken, except Lisa of course, who was having tofu.

-So then, Bart said, Mrs. Krabapple turned to the board and I used my last elastic to hit her glass of coffee, which made it tip and fall over our exams. I guess we’ll have to do it again, but now, I know what to study.

-And you, what did you do?

-We received the notes from our last exam. I got an A++… but of course, Alison had an A+++. Stupid Alison, Lisa said under her breath.

-Oh, Homer started, by the way honey, Mr. Smithers is coming to visit us tonight. He says he wants to talk about something important concerning the family. He didn’t mention what though.

***

Later that evening, Waylon Smithers arrived. They all sat in the dinning room, except Maggie who was sleeping upstairs.

-Ok, as I come here, know that this doesn’t concern your job at the power plant. This is on my own terms. Even Mr. Burns doesn’t know. Actually, this might be the one thing he doesn’t know about me.

They all looked at each other, meaning “yeah, that and the fact that you’re gay.”

-I come with a proposition. I’ve interacted quite often with your family and find it quite charming. On my time off, I built a company, Snurb Corporation, which is registered and legal. Officially, it researches pharmaceutics products, but it never saw the light of any medical stuff. Actually, it deals with underground pornography.

He waited until their obvious shock passed. They always are, he thought, but they always see the light.

-I very well understand your reaction, but believe me, it’s not as bad as it sounds.

-Get to the point, said Bart.

Waylon took a deep breath before blurting out the whole truth about why he was there.

-Homer, I would like you and your family to make pornographic videos.

Marge’s voice covered the rest: WHAT?!

-I understand your concern Mrs. Simpson, and…

-And nothing! I want you out of my house, NOW!

-Please, if you would just let me explain.

-Homer, show him the door. She didn’t shout anymore, but her voice was ice cold. Homer had rarely seen her so angry and he knew the best was to obey, for the time being at least.

-This way Mr. Smithers.

Homer followed Smithers to his car.

-Well, I’ve got your wife’s answer, but what did you thing, Homer?

-I don’t know… how much does it pay?

-5000 dollars for your first movie, if it’s what I’m interested in.

-5000?! That’s a lot of money!

-And easy money too… Look, I see your wife in the window looking at me and quite frankly, I’m scared of her. Here’s my card, call me on my beeper anytime, day or night.

Smithers slipped a card to Homer before taking off in his red convertible. Homer hummed while looking at the card, reading: Waylon Smithers, CIO of Snurb Corporation.
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